Tired, exhausted, worn out, weary, dog-tired, all in, bushed, drained, beaten, shatter...the list goes on and on. These words all describe what some people in my life have made me feel like. Yet, everyday I let people keep making me feel this way. Christ never said life would always be easy but it should not make you feel this way all the time. I sometimes wonder if life would be easier, or better without me in it. Or if the people who make me feel this way were not in my life, would I be happier, better? Some days I just want to throw in the towel and walk away but Christ did not and won't, so I did not see it would be right for me to. But would the Lord understand if I did walk away from these people? So many questions and I keep praying and yet I get no answers. I am being patient, but I need answers or I am going to break. Most days, I feel good, these things do not even cross my mind but other days I just want to leave everyone and everything behind, cry and then forget everything. But the funny thing about life, no matter how far you go, it follows. Some people in my life make me feel like I'm inferior...they are all about #1-themselves. But every once in awhile you find a person who is good and kind. These are the people who are rare and hard to come by and when you find one or two hang on tight, because these are the people who will never walk away from you. There is one person in my life in particular that has always walked on me, though they were better, and I am tired of this person making me feel like I am nothing. I guess they do not realize that it hurts to do people that way. A person can only be broken and chipped away at until they break and walk away. I keep wanting to believe one day the person will change but I do not see this happening any time soon and it breaks my heart because of today I think I am finished. I'm walking away, for the first time ever. I think it is best for me, because I do not want to be completely shattered to the point where it is impossible to put me back together.
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